The last few years have proven difficult and tiresome. I'm fucking exhausted at a soul level. I don't know if any amount of naps would ever take this away, but I'll keep trying.
I’ll Win You Over, Make You My Own
How does it all come rushing back like it never stopped? How do I feel consumed by the desire to message you? And talk to you? And taste you on my lips so sweetly. I want to get stuck on the couch because you fell asleep laying across my lap.
Man, You Should Try To Take A Shot, Can't You See My Walls Are Crumbling?
I miss you
I know I shouldn't
I messaged you
Then I turned and ran